After Transmigrating into a Scum Alpha, I Was Targeted by the Flirty Boss Omega - Chapter 1

The night was deep. Inside the room, it was pitch black. Wen Min was engrossed, huddled in her covers, tapping away on her phone. The phone’s blue light illuminated her face, showing no trace of fatigue, but rather a hint of excitement.

[Wen Min is such scum. Someone who doesn’t uphold Alpha Morality isn’t worthy of love~]

[Why can’t the Big Bosses keep their eyes open? Out of everyone, why support this kind of Scum Alpha to be a movie queen TAT]

[Author, hurry up and let the Scum Alpha get her comeuppance. Watching a Scum Alpha like this is agonizing.]

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Wen Min, the name of the protagonist in an ABO novel she was chasing in her free time. Coincidentally, this character she hated the most shared her own name.

After reading straight through until the Scum Alpha was finished, Wen Min posted her last comment: [Finally saw the Scum Alpha offline. Scattering flowers.]

She checked the time after typing. It was already 3 AM, and she had a scene to film tomorrow, so she contentedly put down her phone and went to sleep.

She was a veteran character actress who had spent years in the entertainment industry. The Scum Alpha in the book used scheming to get ahead and was eventually punished, but reality was different. In reality, people who took shortcuts often got away unscathed, which made her seek solace in books.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Wen Min suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her arm. The hands gently shook her arm, as if they wouldn’t stop until she responded.

At the same time, a sweet and soft voice sounded in her ear.

“Sister Wen Min…”

Immediately after, a loud voice completely jolted Wen Min awake.

“Hey!” Yu Shu Tao wore a mischievous grin, looking at Wen Min. “How hard did you party last night? Still sleepy?”

“…What?” Wen Min instinctively squinted. She had just woken up from the darkness and hadn’t quite adjusted to the brightness. Yet, her eyes didn’t feel the discomfort of being pierced by light; it was as if she hadn’t slept at all.

How did she suddenly end up sitting here?!

And who were all these people…?

Yu Shu Tao picked up the conversation for her, saying, “Qiu Qiu is asking you a question.”

…Who is Qiu Qiu?

Wen Min’s question hadn’t fully formed when the woman sitting next to her gently shook her arm again.

“Should we get a…” Yuan Qiu pursed her lips, paused, as if those two words couldn’t be spoken together, and her cheeks slowly flushed. Her small face, pale with a hint of red, was very tempting. “Room?”

After speaking, she shyly lowered her head, but her eyes occasionally darted towards Wen Min, seemingly playing a game of hard-to-get, yet also genuinely shy.

It was then that Wen Min properly sized up Yuan Qiu.

Yuan Qiu had shoulder-length hair and wore a white long dress, looking like a pure girl-next-door. In the entertainment industry, she was already a well-known actress with the title of “Nation’s Little Sister,” but Wen Min hadn’t expected her to be involved in this kind of activity privately.

“???” Get a room for what? She was an honest person!

Suddenly, a brief memory fragment embedded itself in Wen Min’s mind without warning.

“I’m late.”

Before the voice faded, a woman in a knee-length short skirt walked in. Her makeup was casual, but it didn’t detract from the beauty of her features.

The moment she spoke, the originally warm atmosphere instantly cooled down, but Wen Min didn’t notice at all. Instead, she boldly scrutinized Shen Fu, like looking at a plaything.

Yu Shu Tao kept winking at Wen Min, but Wen Min didn’t grasp her subtext, foolishly assuming that Shen Fu was just another one of the docile dolls brought by Yu Shu Tao for her to casually play with.

Yu Shu Tao was one of the founders of Wen Min’s company. To groom her artist into the hottest commodity, she spared no effort, doing everything to keep her artist happy.

This included using underhanded methods, such as offering popular Omegas for Wen Min to choose from, who were then replaced regularly like changing clothes.

Sometimes, to add novelty, she would let Wen Min take several Omegas at once, and when feeling more indulgent, she would have other artists join Wen Min for a group enjoyment, multiplying the pleasure.

Today, however, was an exception. Tomorrow was the day Wen Min was entering a production crew to film a variety show, and it would be inconvenient to indulge in beautiful company for a long time afterward. So, she only called a few people to let Wen Min enjoy herself briefly, but she didn’t know when Shen Fu had been invited.

Shen Fu was the investor behind this variety show. As a heavyweight backer in the industry, few people had met her directly; even the well-connected Yu Shu Tao had only met her once.

She couldn’t afford to meet her, much less offend her.

However, before she could warn Wen Min further, Wen Min had already made an utterly presumptuous move.

“Tsk…” Wen Min swallowed, tracing the curve of Shen Fu’s face, casually stroking her, and looking at Yuan Qiu, she said, “With a beauty like this, you won’t even be scheduled until next month.”

Then Wen Min added, “Wait, maybe not even next month, maybe tomorrow, haha…”

Wen Min’s laughter echoed clearly in the private room, but no one dared to laugh with her, making it sound slightly awkward.

“Ha…” Shen Fu swept the delicacies off the table with one hand. The sound of the plates shattering made everyone tremble, and the already strange atmosphere grew colder. She sat directly on the table, arms crossed, and hooked her lip, counter-questioning, “Is that so?”

“A little firecracker, huh,” Wen Min casually labeled Shen Fu, then maliciously surveyed Shen Fu from head to toe, her gaze lingering on the prominent curves for a long time. “I like it.”

Just touching her face was no longer enough for Wen Min. She laid her hand on Shen Fu’s pale, creamy thighs, looking meaningfully at Yu Shu Tao and joking, “Where did you find her? Bring a few more. Let them spice me to death.”

Her contemptuous manner towards Shen Fu was skilled, as if she often treated others this way.

Yu Shu Tao’s face changed, and she pinched the bridge of her nose. Before she could clarify, Shen Fu clamped down on Wen Min’s wrist, twisting her with a strength that belied her slender arm.

Wen Min couldn’t withstand the pain and was bent over by the reverse twist, gasping deeply for air.

Shen Fu still looked effortless. She picked up a dish at random, held it in front of Wen Min, and said faintly, “Looking to die?”

“Hiss…” Wen Min shot Yu Shu Tao a questioning look, not directly answering Shen Fu, as if someone of Shen Fu’s status wasn’t qualified to question her directly. “What’s going on, Shu Tao?!”

“Ahem… That…” Yu Shu Tao was flustered now, saying weakly, “There’s a misunderstanding. She’s Shen Fu, the backer for your new variety show, not the kind of person you think she is…”

Wen Min paused. That name… Huh??? That’s the person who made the Scum Alpha get her comeuppance in the book she was reading before bed!

And Shu Tao… isn’t she the Scum Alpha’s boss?

The novel walked into reality?!?

Just when Wen Min thought the woman would smash the bowl over her head, that cold voice sounded again:

“A piece of trash doesn’t deserve death. A life worse than death suits you better.”

The moment the words fell, a plate of juicy, thick sauce was poured from the top of Wen Min’s head, soaking her hair and making her carefully applied, refined makeup look utterly ridiculous.

“Are you f***ing sick?!”

“Ah…” Wen Min screamed in pain.

The memory ended here. The next second, the beginning of the memory played out in front of Wen Min’s eyes once more.

“I’m late.”

Wen Min turned her head, meeting those beautiful eyes. It was Shen Fu, exactly as she was in the memory.

Wait a minute! What is going on?!

Was she re-experiencing the scene from the memory?

Yuan Qiu held Wen Min’s arm, as if afraid Wen Min would regret it and find her undesirable, and she half-rose, saying, “Shall we… go?”

Shen Fu stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance, delaying her entry. “Leaving already?”

“Hello, Boss Shen!” Wen Min abruptly stood up, swiftly pulled Yuan Qiu’s hand off her arm, and stuttered a little, saying, “Y-you, you all keep eating, I’ll head back first.”

Yu Shu Tao knew Wen Min’s nature—she would always indulge herself before filming started. She figured Wen Min must be tired of the goods she brought tonight, so she used code to caution her, “Don’t go finding somewhere else to eat casually.”

“N-no…” Wen Min was flustered, shaking her head and waving her hands like someone who had fallen into a tiger’s den, stating clearly, “I won’t eat.”

Just as they were about to pass each other, Shen Fu grabbed Wen Min’s arm. “Wait!”

Wen Min stopped, completely petrified, and slowly turned sideways. “…Wh-what is it?”

Shen Fu slowly walked toward Wen Min. Wen Min wanted to pretend to be calm, but her body seemed to instinctively reject or fear Shen Fu’s approach, so she unconsciously backed away until her spine hit the cold wall. Only then did Wen Min resignedly look directly at Shen Fu.

“One hundred million,” Shen Fu placed one hand against the wall, and with the other, lifted Wen Min’s chin. Without any reservation, in front of everyone, she said, “Mark me.”

“…”

Wen Min pushed Shen Fu away and frantically ran out of the private room, looking for the restroom. The first thing she did upon entering the restroom was to stare at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, and then she suddenly realized something unbelievable—

She had transmigrated into the book!

And she had become the Scum Alpha she had demanded the author get rid of quickly!!

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over…

She had just stiffly rejected Shen Fu’s request. It seemed like her life wouldn’t be easy…

But then she reconsidered. She hadn’t flirted with Shen Fu just now, so maybe she wouldn’t die too miserably?

She thought she might have escaped the tragic end, but what should have come still came. The restroom door was pushed open, and that unforgettable silhouette was stretched on the floor by the light.

Shen Fu’s eyes locked onto Wen Min. Every step she took closer, Wen Min involuntarily retreated a step, until she was forced into a stall.

Shen Fu quickly locked the door and continued to press Wen Min into the corner.

“Boss Shen,” Wen Min was nervous, thinking about her impending doom, and genuinely tried to be friendly. “Are you hungry? Do you want to go back and…”

“Shhh…”

Shen Fu brought her fair, tender neck close to Wen Min’s eyes. Even with a scent-blocking patch, the subtle, sweet strawberry scent still wafted into Wen Min’s nostrils. The scent of a top-tier Omega—just a trace could stir an Alpha’s most primitive instinct.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”